To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.